affair with a plain leather band on the 

 crown, and held it beside mine. It 

 was like his but much smaller and the 

 wide leather band was beautifully 

 carved, a Mexican silver buckle 

 held it. 



1 ' That's the difference frills. It's 

 just as useful." 



We had been out in the Sierra 

 for two weeks. There was one more 

 of us, the cook. There ought to have 

 been three more of us, for Sally and 

 her husband were coming, but one of 

 the children got the measles. Unless 

 some other germs triumph, they will 

 join us next month in Idaho. Sally's 

 real name is Gulielma. She could 

 not help it. There has always been 

 one in the family. Her grandmother's 

 name was Gulielma Mary Ann Sprig- 

 ett Penn Wells Dean, so she got off 

 with G. D. Rockingham, and now 

 she is you know Tevis. So Bobby 

 Tevis calls her "Pet," or "Petty," 

 and I call her Sally. She does not 

 care. She is hardened, she even 

 looks with sweet unflinching eyes 

 when her old-fashioned mother, going 

 back to first principles, says, "Gu-li- 

 el-ma!" 



